Girls, Girls, Girls, Hot for Teacher, You Shook Me all Night Long... Rock n roll and strip clubs have always had a symbiotic connection. So when infamous Hollywood bikini bar Crazy Girls started showcasing live rock bands on stage for its Rockabye Wednesdays, it was a no-brainer. The acts are always gritty and loud (Angus Khan, The Morlocks, Butcher Babies) and host Sergio Love hypes up the crowds between sets. Gotta love the cheesy decor here: mirrored walls, neon lights, sparkly curtains and, of course, stripper poles, around which the bands set up their gear. Its a bikini bar (no nudity), so even on non-rock nights, the vibe is fairly unintimidating (they do have the requisite private room and grind-a-lot lap dances, though). The gals here move to the usual sound track of classic rock, hip-hop and pop every other night, but Wednesdays, the power of live riffs and drumbeats seem to have an almost tribal effect on the ladies, or maybe its just the swagger of crooning rock dudes/chicks prancing on stage with them. Either way, be assured, Rockabye offers the sexiest live-music hump night in Hollywood, hands down. 1433 N. La Brea Ave., Hlwyd. (323) 969-0338. Lina Lecaro

Tiki- and Polynesian-themed eateries and bars were once the height of fashion. Today, they are a tragically nigh-extinct breed. (Beloved cocktail shack Tiki-Ti continues to thrive on Sunset by remaining small and retaining demand; even flagship behemoth Trader Vics finally shuttered its legendary Beverly Hills location, though a modern-looking location opened at L.A. Live.) They simply dont make em like Bahooka Family Restaurant anymore, and the city of Rosemead east of downtown along the 10 freeway is a perfect out-of-the-way excursion for a taste of suburban tiki cool. None of the taste treats at Bahooka (which opened in 1967) are going to blow your mind; the big platters of ribs, corn on the cob and coleslaw are tasty if not singular, and the mai tais and scorpion bowls arent as finessed as some. (This grog will get you good and tipsy, though.) Whats brilliant about Bahooka is the atmosphere  a dimly lit nautical theme with the classic blowfish-and-glass-floats tiki decor and its famous 100-plus fish tanks, with one separating virtually every table in the house. A real throwback to groovier times. 4501 Rosemead Blvd., Rosemead. (626) 285-1241; bahooka.com. Nicole Campos

Bingo, boy toys, beer and beef, anyone? Hamburger Marys may be the only place on earth where you can enjoy all of these at once. Its Legendary Bingo nights on Wednesdays and Sundays aint your grandmas game scene, but if you took her here, we bet shed never want to leave. Fab prizes, fabber getups and celeb guests calling out numbers make this one a winner whether your card gets filled or not. Other nights, Marys hammy hostess roster features some of the finest drag and trans personalities in town: Calpernia Addams seductive Unreal cabaret show, Saturdays saucy Wendy Ho Ho Show, the big-voiced Boofant Sisters, the rockin vox of Detox on Friday. Marys may be a chain restaurant (the menu is packed with notch-above-TGIFridays artery-clogging fare and monstrous fruity cocktails), but the WeHo location is more club than café: studly waiters and bartenders, pumping dance beats on the speakers, disco balls in the bathroom and the coolest check tray ever: a silver sequined high-heeled shoe. Size 12, natch. 8288 Santa Monica Blvd., W. Hlywd. (323) 654-3800. Lina Lecaro

Its been a long time since comedian Lenny Bruce performed and got arrested on obscenity charges at The Troubadour in 1957, but the West Hollywood live-music venue on Santa Monica Boulevard still packs em in and pours drinks freely with a sense, to quote an old Neil Young song, that its better to burn out than fade away. Patrons and rockers hang out at the wood-paneled bar in front, maybe grab a seat at a black leather booth, and wait their turn to perform or to catch the band in the surprisingly small and intimate showroom. Buffalo Springfield, Neil Young and Stephen Stills made their live debuts at the Troubadour in 1966, and comedy legend Richard Pryor recorded a live album there in 1968. The list of debuts and historic moments is long: Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, Neil Young, Elton John, Billy Joel, Randy Newman, Tom Waits, John Lennon, Bruce Springsteen, Van Morrison, Bob Dylan, Miles Davis, Metallica, Guns N Roses, Pearl Jam, Radiohead, Joe Strummer, The Strokes and many others have a connection to this 53-year-old establishment. If theres a Hall of Fame for rock venues, the Troubadour, founded by the late Doug Weston, would be inducted. 9081 Santa Monica Blvd., W. Hlywd. (310) 276-1158, troubadour.com. Patrick Range McDonald

Before indie acts du jour score a headlining spot at Spaceland or the Echo or blog-beloved FYF, youre likely to catch em on Part Time Punks stage, Sundays at the Echo. Five years strong, the live music and DJ dance party from Michael Stock (manning Punks solo since his partner split last year) remains both a big new-band breaker (No Age, Mika Miko, Abe Vigoda, Warpaint, Dum Dum Girls, Yacht, etc., all played PTP when they were unknowns) and one of the best spots to celebrate musical innovators of yore (the Slits, the Chameleons, the Homosexuals, the Nightingales, the Urinals and countless more reunited or re-formed to play here). Tribute nights celebrating better known artists like the Smiths and the Cure bring out new wave/Goth geeks, too. Post-punk, no-wave, Indie-pop  essentially the seminal sound swell that emerged from 1978 to1984  is boldly and lovingly put into context here with emerging art-rock and dance acts, a combo that has also made Stocks KXLU radio show  shamelessly inspired by John Peels Peel Sessions  revered among music heads. Clearly, the appeal of punk you can dance to has gone beyond any one hood or clique or style, and PTP is a big reason why. 1822 Sunset Blvd., Echo Park. parttimepunks.com. Lina Lecaro

Were not gonna bullshit ya. Hop Louie is not a destination for great Chinese food, especially in a city that actually does have great Chinese food. But Hop Louie is an experience, a trip, a cultural artifact. And in the right state of mind, its just plain fun. In the middle of Chinatown since 1941, Hop Louie has atmosphere to spare: a black lacquered-wood bar and formidable hanging-lantern lighting fixtures; a wall of signed celebrity headshots and a cast of eccentric regulars; a bartender whose encyclopedic mixology skills blend with an acidic wit and a comically imposing, multitiered pagoda structure over the entrance, Hop Louie is what you want in a comfortable, old-school, kitschy/loungey Chinese restaurant. Drinks are cheap and strong; the food  of the crab rangoon/egg roll/fried rice variety  is decent; classic pop oldies fill the jukebox. Not only that, but its got two floors, which means even more Hop Louie. 950 Mei Ling Way, Chinatown. (213) 628-4244. Adam Gropman